I just sat on the floor cradled in Dean's arms for a long time just staring into space. I was too freaked out to think. I let my mind wonder back home and to one of the few memories of when my dad still lived with us and we were still a family. It was game night and we were all playing Candyland. I don't even remember who won. I just remember we were happy. I heard someone cough and I looked up to see an older man standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Dean dropped his hands and moved away from me slightly.

"Hey Bobby", Dean called with a smile. "This is Violet." Bobby smiled and waved at me. "Violet, this is Bobby Singer. We're gonna be staying with him for a while, if that's alright with you." I looked up at Dean with a look of trepidation. Could I trust this guy? Dean smiled down at me and put his hand on my shoulder. "It's OK, Violet. Bobby's one of the good guys." Bobby chuckled, leaning up against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Well, yeah. Unless I don't get my beauty sleep", Bobby grumbled. "Then I can get pretty cranky." I cracked a smile and giggled. This Bobby reminded me of my grandpa. He was funny in that grouchy old man kinda way that I loved. "At least SHE thinks I'm funny!", Bobby snorted. He grabbed a paper bag from a near by end table and walked over, kneeling down beside me. He handed me the bag with a sad sort of sigh. "These belonged to my wife. They should fit you well enough." I reached inside and pulled out a yellow sundress with spaghetti straps. There was also a pair of cotton shorts at the bottom of the bag. They would do for underwear until I could get some real ones.

"Thank you, Mr. Singer", I whispered.

"Call me Bobby, OK?", he grouched and then winked at me.

"OK. Thank you Bobby." I smiled at him. I couldn't seem to help myself. He was easy to like. "Can I take a shower?"

"Of course!" Bobby grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. He lead me to the stairs and pointed. Top of the stairs, second door on the right, Sweetheart. There are clean towels and wash clothes in the cabinet." I walked up the stairs and into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and was horrified by what I saw. The bruises and cuts might be healed, but my eyes looked sunken and they had dark shadows under them. I looked like a zombie, and that's pretty much how I felt. I couldn't sleep without having horrible nightmares, which meant I hadn't slept much in the past 2+ weeks.

I stood in the shower for a long time with my hands against the wall, just letting the hot water run over me. I tried not to think about anything but the spray and letting it relax my tired muscles. By the time I realized that I needed to bathe, the water had started getting cold. I had to wash in a hurry to keep from freezing to death. I did feel a bit better though. I put the dress on and it was a tad big around the chest, but it did fit me good enough and the shorts didn't slide off, so that was a plus.

As I was walking back down the stairs I could hear Dean and Bobby talking in the kitchen and when I heard Bobby say the monster's name, I froze.

"We can't keep him locked down there forever, Dean!", Bobby grumbled. "Cas said his soul is gone! He's not gonna get any better!"

"We don't know that!", Dean growled. "I'm not gonna just give up on him, Bobby!" There was a long pause before Dean spoke again. "I'm gonna find a way to get his soul back!"

"And let's, for argument's sake, say you do, Dean", Bobby said softly. So softly that I almost missed it. "Do you honestly think Sam would be able to live with himself knowing what he did to that girl?" There was another long pause then I heard a chair slide away from the table.

"What are you trying to say, Bobby?", Dean breathed. "That I have to kill my own brother?" Another chair slide across the floor and I heard foot steps.

"I didn't say that, Dean! But you're gonna have to deal with this eventually!" I heard a loud bang like fists slamming into a hard surface and I jumped, backing up the stairs. Dean stalked out of the kitchen and we both froze when we saw each other. The look of anger on his face melted away when he saw the fear in my eyes.

"You OK, kid?", Dean asked. I just nodded and looked away. In reality, I wasn't sure whether I was OK or not. "You're trembling. What's wrong?" My gaze shifted toward the kitchen and he turned to look through the doorway. He sighed and dropped his head, turning back to face me again. "You heard us talking didn't you?" I hugged myself and looked away again. "I...I'm sorry you had to hear that, Violet."

"I'm not", I blurted out. "I think I understand you and...Sam a little bit better now. How...how did he lose his soul?" Dean heaved a heavy sigh and moved toward the stairs. He sat down at the bottom and patted the step next to him. I walked slowly down the steps and sat down next to him.

"I assume my brother told you what we do, right?" That we hunt monsters, ghosts, and all that?" I nodded at him, impatient to hear the story. "Well, we'd been hunting one particular monster for a long time. Sam had this bright idea about how to trap Lucifer for good. I looked at him wide-eyed and he smirked at me. "Yeah, that Lucifer." I just stared at Dean with my mouth hanging open. If I hadn't just met an angel, I would have thought Dean was a few fries short of a Happy Meal! But after everything I'd been through, I was willing to bet that he wasn't. "Anyway, we found a way to open a gateway into hell and trap Lucifer in a cage forever. But, it meant that Sam had to let Lucifer possess him and keep control of his body long enough to throw himself through the gateway and into the cage." He looked at me and his face seemed to be haunted by regret. "It worked. Sam trapped Lucifer in the cage."

"How...how did he get out?", I whispered.

"Cas pulled him out. But his soul is still down there in the cage." Dean stared down at his hands. "It was an accident!", Dean said breathlessly. "Cas was trying to save Sam and something went wrong!" I put my hand on Dean's arm and he looked up at me with sorrow filled eyes.

"It's not you're fault that this happened to me, Dean", I whispered. "It's not Cas' fault. It's not even Sam's fault."

"THEN WHO'S FAULT IS IT?!", Dean screeched at me, making me jump. "I'm sorry, Violet. I didn't mean to yell at you." I smiled at him and hugged him around the shoulders. He went rigid again and I backed off. I wasn't sure if he didn't liked to be hugged or if he didn't like to be hugged by ME. I tried not to take it personally. But it was hard. My emotions were already fragile. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them.

"It...It's my fault", I whispered. Dean's head shot up to look at me in surprise. "For 2 weeks I dreamed about the vampires coming before it happened and then I started dreaming about him." His eyebrows furrowed at me and I looked away.

"You dreamed about the vamps and my brother? Before the attack?" I nodded at him.

"Even in my dreams when he saved me, I felt there was something wrong with him. But I ignored my gut when it warned me that he was bad news. I let him take me to that motel when I should have run." Dean sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Looks like we both ignored our instincts when it came to my brother." I sighed.

"That's why I tried to warn you about your brother getting loose. My dreams have been coming true lately and I'm not gonna ignore what their telling me again. I can't! And neither can you!" He suddenly stood up and turned around with his hand out.

"Come on. Let's get some grub. Bobby made eggs and bacon." He closed his eyes and rubbed his stomach with his other hand. "MMMM...bacon..." I sighed, rolling my eyes. I grabbed his hand and he helped me to my feet. He pulled me toward the kitchen, never letting go of my hand.

"BUT...!", I whined.

"But nothing! First, we eat!"